Our cares are the mothers, not only of our charities And virtues, but of our best joys and most cheering and enduring pleasures.

The dread of criticism is the death of genius.

We must calculate not on the weather, nor on fortune, but upon God and ourselves. He may fail us in the gratification of our wishes, but never in the encounter with our exigencies.

Most men remember obligations, but not often to be grateful; the proud are made sour by the remembrance and the vain silent.

Better that we should err in action than wholly refuse to perform. The storm is so much better than the calm, as it declares the presence of a living principle. Stagnation is something worse than death. It is corruption also.

It is a bird-flight of the soul, when the heart declares itself in song. The affections that clothe themselves with wings are passions that have been subdued to virtues.

Our cares are the mothers, not only of our charities And virtues, but of our best joys and most cheering and enduring pleasures.